And then the house lights went up

As always when my Sundance adventure is over, and I’m back here in Spokane, the heart of the Inland Northwest , sitting at my desk, I ask myself: Was it all just a dream? And then I answer myself: Dude, can’t you be any more original than that? Of course, it was a dream. It was a fantasy, a hallucination, a fairyland, everything that makes us believe in movies in the first place. When you see 22 movies in just over five days, you tend to enter an unreal world. Is that lake full of sharks? That statue over there, it look just like a bust of Lenin . Does Mena Suvari (at right, photograph by Mary Pat Treuthart) really eat spiders? And that light, that light, it looks just like the Palouse does in the late spring! On top of everything else, everywhere I look I see Robert Redford. I’m home, but I’m not. Second star on the right and straight on till morning. Yo, I’m so tired I don’t think that I can just sit here. There’s only one thing to do. Think I’ll go and see a movie. The fantasy flows on. Ciao, Park City. Sundance 2005 is just around the corner.